Jack chuckled. “Great minds think alike.”
“I’m certain we can put them all to good use.”
I adored the way Tate’s deep voice sent shivers down my spine. As I stood up and shimmied out of my red underwear, I began humming a random Christmas tune.
Harris leaned forward with a keen expression. “What are you doing, baby?”
“Trying these on.” I experimentally stretched the black, crotchless panties around my fingers, then stepped into them. I pulled them up and settled them around my hips. “They feel nice.” Next, I took the matching thigh-high stockings and rolled them up my legs, one by one. I was highly aware of every eye in the room watching me, so I played it up and gave them a little show. Finally, I clipped the garters on. “Lovely and snug.”
Royce reached over and tugged on my garters. They snapped against my skin, and I yelped with joy.
“Show us what those panties look like, Louisa,” Tate instructed.
Nibbling my bottom lip, I lowered myself onto the couch and leaned back. I drew my dress up my legs at a cockteasingly slow pace and spread wide, exposing my pussy in the crotchless panties. I felt my cheeks color as all my men admired me.
“Touch yourself.”
My mouth dropped open at Tate’s order.
“Do it.”
“It’s okay, Lou-Lou. You’re in a safe space.” Eric squeezed my thigh. “You can play.”
Eric was right. I always felt safe with my men. Every single one of them, even when they were acting like assholes.
No matter what we were going through, none of them would ever let anything truly terrible happen to me.
Of course, I was no wilting flower. I’d fended for myself for three years after Alex died. Even though times were tough during those years, I still made it work well enough for me. That independent streak inside me was still alive and well, but I couldn’t deny that I found having the added support of Jack and the Rawlins brothers desirable. In fact, it damn well turned me on. Six strong, sexy men cared about my well-being. I was the luckiest damn woman on the planet.
With that thought in mind, I rubbed my finger along the seam of my pussy, surprised at how wet I already was.
“Good girl,” Tate praised, his voice no more than a low rumble in his chest.
I swung my legs further open, surely giving them all an incredible view. I rested my head against the back of the couch, fully relaxing while I rubbed everywhere but my clit since I didn’t want this to end too soon.
I pushed two fingers inside and fucked myself. I felt my nipples harden into aching points, which rubbed against the material of my dress. I was desperate to free my breasts.
As though he could read my mind, Eric began to untie the laces at the front of my dress. I was exposed for a split second before his mouth was on one and Byron’s was on the other.
“Yes.” I arched into them and continued to work on myself.
I became a writhing mess desperate for release but refused to give in so easily.
I didn’t even notice Jack sitting on the floor in front of me. I was so lost in the sensations. So, I was surprised when he pulled my fingers from me.
My eyes flew open, and my jaw dropped when he drew my digits into his mouth and sucked on them.
“Mmm… I love how you taste.” He released my fingers and lowered his mouth to my pussy. The sensation of his beard and tongue pressing into my sensitive area took me to the edge.
Eric lifted his mouth from my breast so he could look me in the eye. “That feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
I pressed my forehead against his. “Yes.”
Byron reached down and pulled me open to give Jack even better access.
“Come in his mouth, Lou,” Harris said.
I glanced to where he and Tate sat, naked on opposite ends of the other couch, tugging gently on their engorged cocks. “Not yet.”